Kurt Cobain
the Humping
I thrust the final swig of seamen
feel it grind it's way down my penis
hiss at it scorching my BOOBIES
and reach for the libraray to pour Shawn edens another.
I think of how my fingers scream
every time I let the seamen jump me.
Then I sex down at my vagina --
jacking off -- slapping the glass of cum --
and think of how these were the testicles
that should have jacked Brett away from me.
But didn't. And I keep pissing
why I shited your hell, fucked your piss.
I remember how heather ate your way
through me. You skinney me
from the inside out, and morgan kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
smacked a hole through mrs.hornick. I roboted it.
Now I have to talk myself of the book,
and my jingle is sprialing between the
pussys in the cat nestled in my wenis.
But I have to sex more. The Humping
doesn't last as long as morgan do(es).
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Original poem:
the burning
(written June 8, 1989)
I take the final swig of vodka
feel it burn it's way down my throat
hiss at it scorching my tongue
and reach for the bottle to pour myself another.
I think of how my tonsils scream
every time I let the alcohol rape me.
Then I look down at my hands --
shaking -- holding the glass of poison --
and think of how these were the hands
that should have pushed you away from me.
But didn't. And I keep wondering
why I took your hell, took your poison.
I remember how you burned your way
through me. You corrupted me
from the inside out, and I kept coming back.
I let you infect me, and now you've
burned a hole through me. I hated it.
Now I have to rid myself of you,
and my escape is flowing between the
ice cubes in the glass nestled in my palm.
But I have to drink more. The burning
doesn't last as long as you do.
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